RoseyStar
RoseyStar
Jul 21, 2017 · 3 min read

An Unexpected Visit -pt1

I was heading to my bedroom for the night and the doorbell rings. It’s unusual for someone to be looking for me at this late hour.
So, I was surprised to see him leaning in the doorway with a smirk on his face.
Hey, how are you?
I said as he walked pass me, uninvited.
The scent of his cologne made you think bad thoughts and that’s dangerous.

He sat on the coach and tapped on it, signaling me to sit by him.
I didn’t know if I should ignore or sit next to him.
As I approached, he grabbed and pulled me towards him.
It didn’t take him long to envelop me with his soft, yet powerful lips. His hunger felt insatiable.
I bear my sensuality quietly and he noticed that my body ached to be unraveled.

It was a nonstop struggle for air, he finally let go, he was on my neck now, possessively kissing and tasting.
He knew I was loving it all by my low moans and fast, heavy breathing.

I tried my best to put my words together.
The euphoria of it all was overwhelming and intoxicating.
Finally, I caught my breath.
“Please stop, you need to stop”, I whimpered.
“I told you I can’t, while lightly trying to push him away”.

At this point he had managed to remove some of my clothing, without any difficulty.
I know what he wants, I can feel his need.
His hot breath upon my skin pushing my desire for him over the edge.

He was gently kissing my breast while slowly rubbing my thigh, his fingers getting closer and reaching the inner self of me.
I couldn’t control myself, the room was spinning as I let
out a load sigh and moan.

He opened my thighs wider as he continued stroking,
the slow build, then faster, teasing me.
My mindless body moving and moaning enveloping me with pleasure.
I’m hopelessly lost, he’s in total control of me.

His tongue gliding down, kissing every inch of my body. Intoxicated with thoughts,
I’m wanting more.
I arched my back to receive his touch.
He’s now taking in my scent, my taste, wildly drinking me.
Then he suddenly stops, smiles and whispers,
Do you want me to stop?
Do you want me to leave?

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My heart is always open to love and compassion. My life is an open book. #Love #Inspiration

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